I once had a best friend named Mary
Our children shared cribs and toys and choreographed skits to entertain us
We shared laughter, tears and many wonderful memories
And then we shared silence
A falling out...
A misunderstanding...
Words spoken in the absence of truths
I found traces of her
And her grown-up girls
And saw life gave beauty to those baby faces
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